Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eden Ahbez to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Television,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Yellowson,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Index,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Peter and Kerry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.